Best Vileness Poems
My God,
You call us to be faithful--
though we stumble, though I fall short,
do not turn a deaf ear to my prayer.
They came into our country cloaked in deceit,
striking down the innocent.
They took lives not theirs to take,
and now we go to shield the faultless,
while they return our goodness with vileness.
Let Satan chastise their cruelty.
When judgment comes, let the verdict be just.
Let punishment echo the grief they’ve stirred--
widows draped in black for every cur.
I praise You, Yahweh,
for You dwell always in my heart.
Let us not seek vengeance with our hands--
but let the Lord be our retribution.
Alesia Leach © 9/2001
Click
In the dimming light of her bedroom,
a child sits facing the wall in her bad chair.
She has to go potty, but she doesn’t dare.
So she stares at the wall in the gathering gloom.
Click
Her mind is swirling with fear as the curtains billow in the wind,
lightning streaks the night sky like a strobe light out of sync,
clipped exposures of the little girl shaking on her chair,
waiting for what’s coming with the thunder.
Click
The doorknob turns . . .
A wedge of light blinds her.
The witch stands outlined in shadow on the wall before her.
The child is no longer there, gone in the wisp of a blown out candle.
The wind and wickedness pursue her into a vileness she cannot bear.
Click
Circling in the broiling sky
is the nightmare that haunts her dreams,
Her little legs move as though caught in an undertow, dragging her back . . .
Screams choke in her throat.
The evil comes,
riding its burning broom on the thunder - screeching her name like a banshee.
Click
Screams pierce the night.
She promised herself she wouldn’t this time,
but the knife embedded in her back –
it’s the same every damned time.
Click. Flash.
Thirty years have passed and she has beaten the dream.
The spectre has left her and she is no longer afraid to sleep. . .
. . . except when the curtains billow in the wind
and lightning streaks the night sky
screams pierce the night.
The truthful liar mesmerized no one
Even his most fervent followers fell short.
We watched his interchanges which seemed crazy,
And his bragging and grandiose plans abort.
His love seemed wrapped up in his loving buck,
Stealthy snake-like purport with enemies he would consort.
Boom! He was on the TV. Crash! He threw out a tweet.
Snorting, chortling, boredom ripe for a big red port.
We watched him boast and brag, some disgusted be.
Formative finance foreman finds a forever fort.
Political dissonance turning our country upside down.
Misogynist buffoon yelling fake news as a new sport.
Thy vileness and thy nastiness befouls thyself,
Thy fantasticalselfishness flamboyantly galantort,
Reinforces our mindfulness that being President is just a sport.
Lines 1 oxymoron 2 enjambment 3 homographs 4 inversion 5 homonyms
Lines 6 internal rhyme 7 onomatopoeia 8 consonance 9 hyperbaton 10 alliteration
Lines 11 metaphor 12 allusion 13 archaism 14 neologism 15 dissonance
Written 8-19-2018 Contest: A Litany of Poetic Devices
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Snakes sometimes are simply sheep
sleeping, and easy to tame and keep;
but all this depends on the way they milk you
and the sustainability of all it too,
for when the scantiness winters come
their once virtuousness is released venom
from their one time sweet singing harp
as their virtue and their vileness overlap.
and the sleeping sheep
unwind like snakes in the rumbling wind.
and they become snakes in body and mind,
and these snakes rise like a swam of bees;
the distressed sheep; the sheep not at ease:
these snakes that are sometimes cheap,
sheer sleeping sheep
now wear darkness and recite dark verse
when winters come, the winters of scantiness.
The independent woman
Prejudiced in Eden
Scorned in time
Lame and down the pit
But still journeys West
With a vindictive heart
Swims in vileness
Reckons laughter in the pogrom
And clings to the spell of courage
The immortal, invisible King dwells
in the light to which no man can draw near
But by God's grace immense, He did appear
as a man to die on the cross that tells
of His great love for us. We the mortals
will put on immortality. No fear
we have of death, as long as we live here.
Such infinite love has no parallels.
Yet, men try foolishly to reduce God's
immortality to mortal likeness
of man, birds, beasts and creeping things, in vain;
With God, the creature is being at odds,
Therefore, God too gave up man to vileness,
But, now we're reconciled; Christ's death, our gain.
02/28/17
Rhyme scheme: abbaabba cdecde (10 syllables each line)
Away, away where you are
From where you stay as far
As glamorous as distant as a star
Way, way from down here
I stare up at you, thinking you’re near
I try to touch you, I stretch my hand
I try in vain, then I realize
That you’re far away from where I stand
Your greatness made you look near to my eyes
When I look up at you, I remember my vileness
Then dare no more question why
From you far and away am I?
It’s not your fault not to notice nor see
For you’re so great, something as trifle as me
As I can’t reach up to you,
Nor have you down to me
I devise a new way for a love this far
A Love as glamorous as distant as a star
The only way possible for such love
Is staring from far, staring shall be enough
9/2/2015
Hey! You! Why are you demolishing our scenery?
Turning spellbound city to old monuments
Why are you causing unforgettable trouble?
Making such a big disruption and war
Homes are destitute, in great disrepair
Why did you carouse the emblem of hate
Hey! You! I'm talking to you!
Why did you caress racism so much?
Why did you adjacent the life of people to death house
We are all Nigerian why making us as a stepping stone
Why did you take malice as your precious job?
I'm talking to you! Yes you!
Why are you so corrupt?
Embezzlement of all sorts
Why are you so full of vileness?
Making life discomfort to your own citizen
We are all Nigerian
Hey! I'm talking to you! Yes you!
Your conscience should baffled your throat
Why did you connive in the dark?
Point dagger to your own kin?
Hey! You dictator why did you take despot has your habit
Why are you so reluctant to austerity in the country?
Why are you beckoning to tumult?
Hey! You, I'm talking to you
Why did you eat off the country profuse?
Like termite eat the wood
Making nation suffocating
You are an ultra-vulture
Why are you famishing us?
Why can’t we be what we want to be?
We are all Nigeria
Your nothing but a nobody
Tryin’ to step to somebody
Swaggerin’ with your bling-bling glistening’ in the shade
Sportin’ last year’s Jordan’s with untied laces
Spittin’ venom and ejecting weak game
Day dreamin’ fantasies…talkin’ jive
Pushin’ hard to be my hero
Camouflaging deceit drippin’ out of your grill
Your fizzle drizzled when I found out you didn’t have a nickel
Revelation you’re a counterfeit, a lonely cowardly zero
Standing like a canine waitin’ for its lay
Standing tall, howlin’ at the moon
When the steel the rubber hit the road you shiver like a poodle
You’re trifflin’ and petty
And bets believe every dog have its day
Your spine jellin’ like a noodle
It's time for you to pay!
Pay for all the crimes that occupied the night
That robbed babies emotionally from their mothers
With the lies, they gullibly bite
Because of your smooth ways they believed the hype
Reversing roles
Your gangster is undercover
Of a bully that takes flight
A mingy mutt tryin’ to front like a dime
Driving a hooptie, like a hustler off dutie
With your lame rap and lies
From humanity and righteousness, you went astray
Spreading disease and vileness like a wild bouquet
Bow down to the judgment
It's time to pay!
"Complex Of Swerves"
When one has a tender heart
And a heart real and true,
Being among fake, callous hearts,
Is a difficult thing to do.
When one has a giving heart
And so, gives generously,
Being among the predators,
Is a dangerous place to be.
When one has a caring heart
With empathy and compassion,
They get treated like those who,
The opposite, keep in fashion.
When one has an honest heart,
Where truth reigns supreme,
The liars spin their lies as truth,
Make the honest like liars, seem.
When one has a humble heart
And choose to put others first,
Attention grabbers take advantage,
Steal recognition even if unversed.
Is it any wonder why so many then will choose
As their path of life, the one traveled most,
Where character of quality one cares not if they lose,
Settle for mediocrity, as their lesser on, they coast?
To cultivate integrity in the present world,
With all the traits of human blackness being shown,
Is an act of bravery when all that's being hurled
Is the vileness of humanity so many seem to hone.
It's rough to be a person genuine and sincere;
Choosing to be honest and mean what you say,
When all you'll get is categorized with a sneer
Among those superficial as their chosen way.
Staying on the right path takes a whole lot of guts;
Requires determination, based on values all but lost.
It's a maze lined every which way with many toxic juts;
With quicksand awaiting where sinfulness is glossed.
All the human vultures and the wolves dressed as sheep
Around every twist and bend, in hollows and in curves,
Lurking, ready, waiting for another soul to reap
Makes survival in this world a Complex Of Swerves.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2018-06-08 06:10:00 (EDT)
All rights reserved.
Do I need to tell you,
About the vileness in Africa Today
And the gone bye of solidarity
Do I need to tell you about Africa Today,
I mean about the incumbent government
And the politician that connive in the dark
Whispering lies with no conscience to scorn
The Economic mismanagement and embezzlement at all cost
Illiteracy, unemployment and mismanagement of land
Do I need to tell you,
About all the mischievous in Africa Today
And how our people are been demoralized
After all this year's our people still roam in pagan land
Oh! Africa Today, full of disruption
Myopia chieftain that got paid for their blunders
Civil war, job devoid and dictator obsessed with power
Did you see the totalitarian and the oligarchy
In Africa of today, where is the freedom?
The one Nelson Mandela fought for and the one
Which Tafawa Balewa of Nigeria fought for
Democracy Bleed in Africa of today
Hunger stricken wobbles its Society
In Africa of today, full of setback
Although having a thriving population
And abundant natural resources,
It is still one of the most and poor continents.
Where the government are very poor in their planning
They invested in areas that do not improve the lifestyle of their people
Do I need to tell you
That Africa of today still held captive
By the magnificent chain of the whitish
Mammoth of the earth bleeding and tearful in its tundra
Xenophobia attack between Africans
Allowing the lines of the boarder to separate us
Africa Today
Today's mentality and attitude
is not as sound as it was yesterday,
and the chosen path didn't diverge
from the distant past so affected
by the miracles that happened, but
the skeptical was the arrant liar...
desecrating and devaluing divinity,
detaching from the undeniable Designer!
And whoever dredges up this regret,
and doesn't question truth:
has entered in a cosmic dimension
which disarms anyone willing to discern,
and cease the lament of not seeing enough miracles;
piety made the saints grow in compassion,
and their constant devotion was an expanse of faith...
never extinguished by indignant words!
Be like them, never fleeing the dying sword,
speak kindly to them, and make them see their vileness;
and whether it was willful or not ...be merciful and virtuous,
and change their visceral spirit with the noblest word...
have the wisdom of the Prophets who were inspired by God,
and brought a rebellious people back to their Lord!
A vagrant person won't find a tranquil place in days,
trenching on a stark wasteland...where no trees ever grow,
the arid air welcomes nothing but sunlight;
be illuminated by spirituality and remit any sorrow
to reprove silliness and resentment ...
and finally put aside the notion of not seeing enough miracles!
In the shadow of the night, a woman stands,
Her eyes, as chilly as the winter's winds,
Her hand raised high, a sword in her hand,
Her face, a mask of pure malice.
She towers over a man, his body on a bed,
A red river flowing out of his neck,
He struggles in desperation, trying to save himself,
A killing slice, one filled with hatred.
But there is more to this scene than meets the eye,
The man she has slain is no ordinary foe,
He is Holofernes, the leader of the Assyrians,
A warlord known for his savagery and vileness.
And the woman, grasping the blade,
Is Judith, a widow, a young survivor,
And she shall not rest until he is dead,
For he has brought only suffering to her and her land.
Off with their heads
They wanted me dead
Or buried alive
And for this they did strive,
The conniving baboons
A bunch of buffoons.
But vengeance is sweet
And to this I did tweet,
I’m out for their blood
I’ll drag them through mud,
They’ll wish they weren’t born
With my insults and scorn.
How dare they act so
They’re vileness so low,
To spy and besmirch
After all my great work,
I’ll give each no quarter
Aside bread and water.
The country now knows
These heartless vile crows,
Who squawked all along
Their monotone song,
But now watch them squeal
While lashed to my wheel.
As to their fool friends
They’ll need make amends
And do so real fast
Since my patience won’t last,
I know who they are
They won’t stray that far.
A lesson well taught
Perpetrators now caught,
You mess with the Don
And soon you’ll be gone,
It’s always the same
I’m so great at this game.
There are some people in this world
who either do not realize or do not care
how badly words wound.
Even slight agitation can cause them
to bellow their bullying obscenities.
Like lead balls from a muzzle-loading gun,
they’ll shoot you down,
maiming innocent souls in the process.
Both their words and deeds
come from a place of narcissism
and the need to control.
They may cleverly plan their onslaughts
or simply go off like bombs
for no real reason at all,
exploding vileness
and scathing their victims’ souls
over and over again.
It matters not if their attacks
are physical or emotional. Often it’s both.
The viciousness of each strike they make
reveals their utter
soullessness.
In many cases, their victims are
the very people they had earlier on
vowed to love and protect.
Sometimes they hide their true nature
from others
as they become increasingly abusive
toward spouses and children.
They become land mines onto which
innocent souls may unwittingly step.
Who can truly ever know
the extent of the damage they inflict?
They leave lacerations on the hearts
of the innocent that they injure.
The victims who live
with these toxic individuals,
will continue bleeding emotionally
from deep inside.
Sadly, the once innocent
who survive each horrible onslaught
may end up becoming
the very monster he or she
was once made to endure.
Unfortunates such as these
will have felt their souls
shatter into fragments so tiny
they can never be put back together
again.